Musings from the Pod VI: 10 Minutes

“Alas, poor mackerel in a can. I knew it, Ziva, a fish of infinite taste, of most excellent cuisine. It hath borne me on my lips several times, and now, how cherished in my imagination it is! I want to gorge upon it!” “Gibbs, what are you doing?” “I’m filling in for mom, writing for her blog. What do you think?” “No.” “No? I thought I was giving everyone a bit of cat culture.” “By bastardizing Shakespeare?” “How did youRead more

Musings from the Pod IV: Holy Mackerel!

“Hey Gibbs!” “Yes Ziva?” “I have been meaning to ask you something. What happened Friday night?” “What do you mean?” “I want to know what happened. I heard mom yelling at you. Loudly. I heard her say the “naughty” word and then mom chased you into the bedroom and shut the door.” “Yeah, so?” “What did you do?” “Why do I always have to do something?” “Mom yelled “naughty” at you, so that probably gives it away. You always seemRead more

Idiot Fishing

“There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.”   ~Steven Wright~ This past Saturday, Natasha, Red and I were idiot fishing. Sort of. Sometimes we were just standing on the shore, other times the chair held us down. Sometimes we engaged in fishing, other times we (I) didn’t understand the concept of catch and release. (Not to worry, the slippery little devil eventually found his way back to water and safety.) AboutRead more

Thursday Doors: Rest Stop

How do I top that, a trifecta for Thursday doors? How do I float your boat, and leave you wanting more?   Will the door people scowl, at this petty attempt? To engage in the challenge, with a twisted bent.   For there were two doors, that beckoned me close. Walk this way, they called, We’re not too morose!   We service the people in this little park. The ones who walk, run, bike and fish after dark.   WeRead more

I am me

“Sea. Do you remember the first time you went in the water? Do you feel more peaceful around water? What’s the most interesting thing about the sea for you? Share a photo which means SEA to you!” I am not the sea I am me A wide spot in the river A lake I came to be No salt dwells below An ocean is not near I sit calmly, patiently… Above my smooth head of glass I hear Those who comeRead more